let’s open up the way back machine ... My maternal grandmother worked there (on the bombers) as did my father (when it was a transmission plant). I was born at St Joesph hospital (Ann Arbor) while my parents lived in Ypsilanti. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Willow_Run_Transmission
It's amazing that I survived my childhood. I have a lot of hours on these. All afternoon most Sundays for a couple few years starting probably when I was around 8 or 9. No helmets or any kind of padding. Not a single trip to hospital. I'm not sure I ever had a scratch on me. And it's not even like I had some weight on me to help with the handling. I was a scrawny kid. I couldn't even pull start the damn thing. If I stalled it too far away from my uncle's house, I was in trouble.
They are awesome. What’s really funny is there are actually more people than we want to admit out there like Mad Mark.
Ditto. We had 4 different ones as kids. A Honda 110, 2 Suzuki 125s and a brand new 1986 Kawasaki 110. Never more than a scratch for injuries. And that was between 3 kids.
That's the one my uncle got. It essentially became mine, since his kids weren't interested. I never got to ride anything else.